And down the dunes a thousand guns lie crouched,
Unseen, beside the flood -
Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouched
That wait and watch for blood. Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade,
Walk grave and thoughtful men,
Whose hands may one day wield the patriot's blade
As lightly as the pen. (Henry Timrod)

And down the dunes a thousand guns lie crouched, Unseen, beside the flood - Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouched That wait and watch for blood. Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade, Walk grave and thoughtful men, Whose hands may one day wield the patriot's blade As lightly as the pen.

Henry Timrod

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